Welcome to My City

[Produced by Polow Da Don] [Verse 1: T.I.] Broadcastin' live from the mothafuckin' gutter With a semi-automatic, sellin' slabs with the butter Me, my partna, my cousin, my brotha tryna duck them suckas And dodge undercover like a Charger Every day they see us outside, try to charge us Bail on they ass, I'ma make 'em do their job bruh Chopper spit a hundred, better pull out that revolver It'll take more than a robber to rob 'em Duh, I'm king of the mothafuckin' town Where the work come first and it all go down Where the broads so down to get the mall tore down Where that nigga ride dirty with a hundred club pound Ridin' 'round in the trunk, fuck around if you want Nigga lookin' for some trouble, you can find what you want Get slapped right now, pussy nigga say I won't Made 80k today, I never see a day I don't Hey nigga pull up with your order, ain't no speakin' on the phone Cause the money too long, can't leave shit alone Home of the drop Chevy, the Chevelles and the dope Where them suckas can't chill but the real niggas don't I move a bale in a day, hundred ki's in a month Sellin' hard in the back, nun' but weed in the front Nigga might fuck around, make a mil' in a month Where the suckas can't hear but the real niggas won't [Hook: T.I.] I'd like to welcome you to my city, nigga, welcome you to my trap Oh, welcome you to my city, nigga, welcome you to my trap I treat my city just like my trap, I treat my city just like my trap I treat my city just like my trap, I treat my city just like my trap [Verse 2: Doe B] I'd like to welcome y'all to my city, welcome y'all to my trap spot Step up in my kitchen, there's a digi scale and a crack pot That glass pot is for collard greens, and speakin' of that we got collard greens White boy, that Charlie Sheen, nigga fuck the club, come shop with me I'm from the home of the [?], where they robbed and shot niggas Half a bag get you dropped, nigga, hearts colder than popsicles I swear it's a jungle out here, it's like Jumanji out here Niggas got the munchies out here, this my trap, I'm runnin' this shit It's 4th and long and I'm goin' for it, I said I'm runnin' this shit Cause chances make champions, y'all niggas puntin' and shit I done made more plays than Nick, Saban like a caveman I'm in the trap and I ain't comin' out 'til a young nigga got Ray-Bans [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 3: Shad da God] Here where you gon' need some manners, here where you gon' need a blammer Oh you still swerve in a Phantom, it is outside of Atlanta, boy chill out When fuckers around, it be stressin', snatch your ass up out the Lexus Better be through with the flexin', time you get off of my exit I see the trap through my lenses, [?] for the yola I pull them hoes out them Benzs, I said I don't buy Corollas I keep nothin' here but the gas, that's why you smellin' an odor I get too much of the paper, I just might need me a folder Half a bag of gas, that's like 20 hundreds I be eatin' shrimp, meet me up at Benihana's I can't take no L, we done come too fuckin' far I don't got no scale, exit out the fuckin' car [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 4: Spodee] [?] and the heats off sendin' I don't wanna talk about the freaks I'm hittin' In the streets I'm winnin' with the cleats on in it Louis Vuitton shoes and the Keystone denim In the Chi gettin' money with the peace on in it See me with the GD's and peace throw niggas Everything paid, nigga lease long, nigga Try somethin' slick, you meet the wrong nigga I'm certified in the streets Got 4 [?] on call with choppers I ain't worried 'bout a beat You know you heard about a G Niggas murder 'bout me I'ma leave that alone, I'ma get me some money I deserve quite a fee, [?] I'm the early Tyson, G, I'll knock me a nigga out the real way I learned that one in the trap, 'round the candy lady and the real J's Sold dope to keep a bankroll, but I cash in the city, you're irrelevant But whatever we do, ain't a goddamn fool Ain't goin' back to Fulton County jail again [Hook: T.I.]